need seven nights
I need seven nights, eight days to find me,
write several outputs,
shred time
admire the open music of the trees,
the mythological work of the poem.
awaken the inner violins that take care of the streets
I bring your name burned in my arms,
a poisoned mirror in my throat.
deviating snakes from borders
that separate us
I retreat like a convalescent animal
the cliffs you bring to your shoulders,
oh, the precipices that bend over your name.
a lightning factory explodes
at sea speed
nobody knows anything
about the moon that lives on your nerves.
every night, every day that I find
your body will be the space itself
in the sleeping body near the neck
the primitive mornings
where everything disappears without a trace.
English Version first appeared at Spittoon Collective
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